“Oh — yeah,” she said. “Honestly, you should buy a new one. That thing is ancient.
It quit halfway through my cream and I had eleven people sitting with no cake.”
She took a sip. “So thanks for that ruined night, I guess.” That was the moment I understood she’d done it on purpose.
So the next morning, I came up with the plan to teach her a nice lesson.
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